Paul Scott was a long time friend; one of those real friends that you might not see for months, even occasionally years, yet would always be there for...you and vice versa. I’d originally trained Paul, back in the late seventies, in retail management and sales. It was around about that period that I got into my present career when I found I could make more money programming computers than selling them. Paul had stayed in retail for a decade or so before branching out on his own, and very. “Does he always talk to you like that?” Ric asked as the pair sat back down again after Myron had left to enjoy brandy and cigars on the balcony with the gentlemen’s club.“Drop it, please Ric,” Jennifer replied.So she knows what I’m talking about, he thought. “So tell me about your life then?” he asked, quickly changing the subject. “You managed to get out of the cul-de-sac at least.”“Not long after you and your band made it big, I packed my bags and went off to Boston, to the school of public. One would never suspect the fantastic gyrations and movements she made when she was being drilled from behind straight up the poop chute. She had her panty hose down at her ankles acting more like a restraint not allowing her to move from her bent-over position.In all honesty, I shouted my glee as I spurted up her perfectly designed feminine butt.After that, we both accepted that we were “true-blue” ass-hole buddies and I knew she would never hesitate to drop her drawers for me at the slightest. .. your friendship ... it means more to me than I could ever express, even in my own language." With that she raised her glass. "Here's to this time next year, to our freedom, and our continued friendship!"Everyone at the table enthusiastically raised their glasses.Later that night Kim and Sergekt went to an intimacy room for the first time in nearly two months. She was desperate for some good sex. Once they had the door closed it was Kim who took charge. She pushed Sergekt on the bed and.